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Look up in green eyed jealousy
as they sneer at the sniveling masses,
who occupies moral high ground
in the war of unequal classes?

When the Rothchilds become day laborers
and Rockefellers beggars and tramps,
may they learn the sting of humility
when shuffling into our camps.

But no, who then would produce the finest
or the best that could be made,
what artesian would do his utmost
if there were no riches to trade?

The wealthy need poor to support them
and the poor need the rich to pay,
it has to be both or nothing
it seems there is no other way.

What chef would take pains o’re the savory
who proudly wax the Rolls Royce,
what good to sculpt and weave royally
if poverty was the only choice?

Aspiring to the ultimate heights
keeps people at doing their best,
prospering by being rewarded
sets us apart from the rest.

The stifling of human ambition 
cannot and has never succeeded,
diligence seeks the redemption
of glory to be acceded.

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